"There will remain much sadness in the world until people are willing to rise to the task of facing the world's pain in the bathroom mirror." - Inga Muscio, Cunt

Could I? Would I recognize my face when that much shite is present? Can I look myself in the eye knowing that I'm doing nothing to alleviate that sadness? Is the point that I couldn't put on my makeup without seeing pain beside my liquid eyeliner? Would I then put aside all the lies that I'm helpless when I am faced with my own sadness? When I'm faced with the sadness I cause or condone?

Where do I start?